How do you know
Who to bully
Who to make cry
Till their well
Runs dry
Burn their soul
Till ashes are left
Leave bruises on
Their skin
And scars on
Their heart
Degrading so low
Making it hard
To get up
Do they wear a tag
Saying crush me
I'm yours
Or perhaps worn out
Clothes or nonbathed skin
From sleeping on the ground
What is the clue
Even geese  go after
An unsuspecting victim
How do they know
Who to taunt
With powerful wings
And fast webbed feet
Are we no less then
The animals